The other evening, we asked our
oldest daughter, Tammy (almost eleven)
to get some butter out of the refrigerator.
(Actually, it was margarine, but anything
yellow, outside of lemon or a banana...
we call it butter.)
She was not able to find any. At least, she
couldn't find any in the squatty plastic container
still sitting in the 'fridge.
Then we spotted a box of one-pound sticks
"Here's some, lets use these," said we.
"Daddy, that's cooking butter. That's
what Mommy uses for cooking."
Well, Donna and I had a good laugh
over that. It let us know we were born
before the age of plastic.
In just a few short years, Tammy will
be wanting to drive the car. Can you
imagine us trying to explain what a
(First published on September 28, 1978,
Some revising done on on July 24, 2018)